By Leigh Anne Jasheway, NABBW’s Associate for Boomer Humor
I’ll be 59 next month and it’s got me thinking about math. That’s right, MATH, that subject near and dear to the hearts of so many… nerdy girls like me.
My knowledge of math lets me honestly tell people I’m only 32. This statement is absolutely true when I calculate my age in base 19 instead of base 10. Using the same system, I also still weigh in at my birth weight. Booyah!
Prime numbers aren’t the only way math pays off – geometry is also helpful. For example, I also know that my knees hurt if I sit like an isosceles... Read More

By Leigh Anne Jasheway
NABBW’s Associate for Boomer Humor
I’ll admit that I’m lousy at setting boundaries. Words come out of my mouth that in my mind make my desires or lack thereof clear, but what other people seem to hear is, “What you need to do is wheedle, and manipulate, and pressure me into changing my mind.”
And by other people, I mean mostly male people.
Wish-washy boundaries are why I ended up married to my last ex-husband, a man who proposed to me while he was in the bathtub! He could leave a ring around the tub, but I couldn’t draw a line in the sand. How sad is that?
My... Read More

It’s My Party, Where’s My Pony?
By Leigh Anne Jasheway
NABBW’s Boomer Humor Expert
This is my birthday month. I’ll be 36. Well, I will be if I calculate my age in base 17, which I do.
That’s right, being a math geek pays off big as you get older! If you want, I can calculate your age for you as well. Just let me find my old slide rule.
Many other “36”-year-olds want to forget they even have a birthday. They prefer to roll up in the fetal position in a closet and whimper softly as they contemplate their own mortality.
That does NOT sound like the kind of party I want to be invited... Read More

When I Grow Up I Want to Be Betty White
By Leigh Anne Jasheway
NABBW’s Boomer Humor Expert
When I was a teenager I thought my grandmother was ancient. She had white hair, wore hand-knit shawls, and kept a bowl of hard candy on her coffee table to distract us from the chocolate she hoarded for herself in the pockets of her apron.
We never ate the hard candy because it would have taken a hammer and chisel to get a piece small enough to fit into our mouths. Besides, it was mostly covered in dust and moths.
Grandma was also a germaphobe who Cloroxed everything. We kids were afraid to... Read More

By Leigh Anne Jasheway
NABBW’s Boomer Humor Expert
I recently had to have a CAT scan because my doctor thought I might have kidney stones. Now those are two words that don’t belong together – kidney and stones. One is supposed to be inside your body and the other lying around in the yard somewhere. What’s next, liver trees? Duodenal birdbaths?
I knew from watching Gray’s Anatomy and Scrubs that CAT scans don’t involve cats (a shame if you ask me; what medical procedure wouldn’t be improved if you could hold a purring feline on your lap? Or have one dig his claws into the doctor?)... Read More

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